The weather doesn't show any mercySo I'm making a sad faceI hope that it won't be worseI'm trying to hate this weatherI know something must changeI wish it will be betterAnd I start to dreamHow wonderful would it beIn a land where the sun shines everydaySea and beach like in holidayI think Jamaica could be this landI wanna be in JamaicaI wanna go to JamaicaI wanna leave AlaskaI wanna go to the southI wanna get a RastaAnd I will build a nice houseI know this country is my fateIt's predestinate like thatGonna handle it as my mateAnd I will stand patHow wonderful would it beIn a land where the sun shines everydaySea and beach like in holidayI think Jamaica could be this landI wanna be in JamaicaI wanna go to JamaicaHow wonderful would it beIn a land where the sun shines everydaySea and beach like in holidayI think Jamaica could be this landI wanna be in JamaicaI wanna go to Jamaica